There are always so many sexes every day

Song Xiaosi took office immediately.

Song Huanhuan reluctantly entered the room behind Mr. Mu. He had a premonition that this time, he would never want to escape the life of a servant.

As soon as he entered the door, Song Huanhuan sneezed and got a warning look.

Song Huanhuan shrunk his neck and rubbed his nose, this is beyond his control, why is the smell of medicine in the room so strong?

The curtains on the bed were tightly covered, and a cold voice came from inside, "Who did you bring?"

Song Huanhuan saw that Mr. Mu, who had always been very aloof, said respectfully: "Master Seventh, he is the new servant who came to serve you."

Little boy, your sister!

Song Huanhuan was angry.

"Understood." The person in the curtain only said three words, and then there was no more sound.

Mr. Mu didn't care, grabbed Song Huanhuan who was wandering by the collar and dragged him out again, and solemnly warned: "Ming Huan, from today on, the Seventh Young Master is your master, from now on, be quick with your hands and feet, don't mess with me. Seventh Young Master is not happy, and I won't be able to protect you when the time comes."

"Hiss..." Song Huanhuan sucked in a cold breath, feeling so terrified.

Since then, Song Huanhuan has embarked on a journey of tragedy.

A few days ago, Song Huanhuan didn't get started, but every morning after getting up at five o'clock to clean up, he went to watch Mr. Mu serve the so-called seventh young master, groom, dress, feed, and medicine. Song Huanhuan was stunned to see it. , Is this serving children?

Three days later, Song Xiaosi officially took up his post.

On the first day, I almost stabbed the basket.

It's hard to say who's fault. When Mr. Mu said it was dangerous, Song Huanhuan didn't dare to get close to it when he was watching, so he never saw the appearance of the seventh young master. Therefore, when he first started serving people At that time, he was stunned for a moment: "Murong Ang, why are you wearing it?!" As soon as he finished speaking, he felt something was wrong, although the person looked the same, but the aura around him was completely different.

Just as Song Huanhuan was about to say that he had admitted to the wrong person, he was strangled by the neck.

At the moment of being choked, what Song Huanhuan thought about was not why she was about to be killed, but why her neck was so attractive, and she was choked for the second time...

But before Song Huanhuan had a second thought, he passed out.

When Mr. Mu was called in and saw Song Huanhuan lying on the ground, he was stunned for a rare moment: "This is..."

"He knows your identity?"

Mr. Mu was taken aback, then nodded, "He said it before, but the subordinates don't know how he noticed it."

"He knows my name."

Mr. Mu frowned: "How did he know this? Master, you want to..."

"For him to know so many things, his identity must be extraordinary. No matter what, there must be someone behind him." Murong Ang said flatly.

"The subordinates know how to do it."

Follow the vine and pull out the thorn.

——Thus, Song Huanhuan, who was hard-pressed, got cheated~

Song Huanhuan was woken up, he couldn't use all his strength, and every time he moved his bones, he thought, he couldn't help thinking that he was being tortured, right?

It turned out that Song Huanhuan was thinking too much, he was just sore from lying on the ground for a while.

Song Huanhuan rubbed her waist and stood up, thinking: "I provoked someone, and then I was pinched unconscious? I don't have human rights?!"

"Are you awake? Come and serve me when you wake up." Murong Ang's voice sounded.

Song Huanhuan was taken aback for a moment, and said "Ah", he really almost forgot his current identity - servant.

Song Huanhuan, who had an extremely simple brain circuit, naturally didn't know what arrangements Murong Ang had made when he passed out, but even if he knew, he would only be confused and have no idea why this person made such arrangements.

Song Huanhuan tremblingly went over to wash and dress someone, but he didn't forget that this person just wanted to kill him by pinching his neck.

Song Huanhuan was still a little uncomfortable with that face, although it was pretty, it was too familiar, especially the guy with this familiar face was a terrorist!

Song Huanhuan wondered if it was too late for her to die now?

Although the Seventh Young Master was said to be a terrorist, he didn't like to talk, he was quiet every day, and he wouldn't find fault on purpose. Song Huanhuan breathed a sigh of relief, and temporarily settled down in the dire straits.

Getting up early and going to bed late every day, Song Huanhuan finally couldn't stand it any longer. Now he would rather pick up customers than wait on others.

Qingzhu also felt distressed, looked at Song Huanhuan's dull face, and said: "My lord, why don't I take care of you on your behalf? You should have a good rest."

"Ah..." Song Huanhuan blinked slowly, and after digesting Qingzhu's words, he hurriedly shook his head: "No!" Qingzhu was startled by the loud voice.

Song Huanhuan couldn't just watch Qingzhu jump into the fire pit, he could do it alone, if he hurt Qingzhu again, he would feel very sorry.

Seeing Qingzhu's instantly slumped face, Song Huanhuan hurriedly said: "It's hard to tell the curator's father if you go for me, and you are still young, and some things are inconvenient to touch."

Qingzhu blinked, "What's the matter?"

Song Huanhuan patted Qingzhu's head, and said deeply: "Qingzhu, there are some things that you can't ask or talk about. From now on, just stay honest and don't cause trouble, you know?"

Qingzhu looked at Song Huanhuan suspiciously, then nodded, the question marks in her heart kept popping out.

After another two days like this, Song Huanhuan couldn't stand it any longer. With a sallow face, he went to Mr. Mu and said, "I want to take a vacation!" He belched himself before he was identified and dealt with.

The corner of Mr. Mu's mouth twitched: "Huh? Are you tired?"

Song Huanhuan nodded hurriedly.

"How can the personal servant have a vacation? The seventh young master is still waiting for you to serve."

Song Huanhuan simply lay down on the ground, with the momentum of rolling and cheating: "I can't take it anymore, I want to sleep, sleep, sleep!!!"

Mr. Mu raised his eyebrows and waved his hand: "Forget it, I'll give you three days off to rest, and I'll come over to serve you after three days."

Song Huanhuan got up quickly, and smiled flatteringly: "Thank you~" Then he rolled away without stopping, for fear that Mr. Mu would regret it.

Mr. Mu frowned. This person suddenly became like this. Is he just pretending, or...

Song Huanhuan, who was finally liberated, ran happily to the room, pushed open the door, and before he could call Qingzhu to celebrate, he saw Jin Huan walking around in his room.

Song Huanhuan was puzzled: "Why are you here?"

"I..." Jin Huan's face slowly turned red, and then he sat down on the stool and said coyly, "I heard that you stayed there for several days, so..."

Song Huanhuan understood: "Are you here to ask me about the relationship between your favorite curator's father and that person?"

Jin Huan stopped talking.

It's rare to see Jin Huan, who has always been like a hot pepper, acting like a little daughter-in-law. Song Huanhuan really doesn't want to let go of this opportunity for revenge.

I just thought it didn't mean that I just let it go. Song Huanhuan knew that Jinhuan would definitely break up in love, so he directly said cruelly: "The two of them have a very good relationship. It's not that the curator's father called me to take good care of the seventh young master. Waiting."

After hearing this, Jin Huan's rosy face turned pale.

Song Huanhuan swallowed, buddy, don't blame me for lying, from now on you will know that brother, I am doing it for you~

"Jin Huan, listen to me carefully, forget about the curator's father, don't go there again in the future." Song Huanhuan sighed, it's not easy to be a bosom brother!

"why?"

Song Huanhuan was cruel: "There is no reason, you have to remember, this relationship can't be spoken out until death, for your life, you just stay here, understand?"

Jin Huan was stunned when he heard that, he really didn't know why Ming Huan said that?

Are you really giving up?

The author has something to say: continue to lie flat

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